The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 483 I'm Sick

Daxiong looked at me pitifully and said: "Ning Wa won't become crazy, right? What is the solution to this ghost Gu technique?"

The little magic stick spread his hands and said, "I have no choice but to wait for my master to come back."

I found out that I was the most unlucky one, and things would happen wherever I went, this is good, and some kind of ghost Gu technique was created, I am still an experimental subject!
When I was lamenting my misfortune, I suddenly felt dizzy, and then my body began to shake uncontrollably, and then I felt a 'snap', my soul seemed to be locked in a small black room, And my body was occupied by another force.

"Stay, that thief, let my mistress go!"

I felt that such a sentence popped out of my mouth for some reason, not only Daxiong and Xiao Shenzhu, but even Zhu Yiqun were stunned by my roar.

Not to mention myself, I no longer know what I am. The soul occupying my body is so powerful that I have no power to resist.

Daxiong looked at the little magic stick, and tremblingly said: "This, is this sick?"

The little magic stick looked at me with puzzled eyes: "Maybe!"

Daxiong said with a sullen face: "This, the onset speed is too fast, isn't it?"

The little magic stick licked his lips: "God knows what kind of nerves this is! What did he just say? Let his mistress go? Who is he?"

Daxiong stretched his neck and asked tentatively, "Ou Ning? Ning Wa?"

I heard Daxiong's shout and wanted to answer him sincerely, but I found that I couldn't be independent at all, but the soul occupying my body shouted: "Stay, that thief, where did you hide my mistress? Hurry up and hand it over! Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Then I grabbed the mop at the door with my hand, and I shook the broom, or I was controlled by the soul in my body. When I shook my body, the mop handle turned like a twist Turning around, the mop head was shaken off directly, turning into a thin stick.

Then the soul in the body frowned and said: "This gun is light and short, hey, just use it!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised the mop handle and shouted at Nobita: "Take your life!"

Daxiong was so frightened that he jumped out of the reception room and scolded: "Ningwa, you, are you so crazy?"

My body stopped, and I poked the mop pole on the ground, and said majesticly: "Who is Ning Wa? I am Changshan Zhao Yun and Zhao Zilong, get out of the way quickly, or I will kill you seven in and seven out!"

After finishing speaking, I felt that I was as light as a swallow, as fast as a cheetah, and my kung fu was even more proficient. I swung the mop pole and picked and threw it fiercely. Daxiong was suddenly lifted two meters in front of my eyes. Gao, if it wasn't for the little magic stick who suddenly appeared and hugged him, I don't know if this blow would have thrown him to death.

"Who are you? Yun's subordinates don't fight unknown generals, so report your name!"

The mop rod in my hand shook again, and the broken end turned out a few beautiful stick flowers. I swear, I have never seen such a beautiful stick in my life. It is simply an art.

Daxiong was so frightened that his face was ashes, and he leaned on the little stick and shouted repeatedly: "It's broken, it's broken, it's possessed by an old ghost, is he really Zhao Zilong?"

The little magic stick looked at me distressedly: "I don't know if he is real, even if he is not real, I don't think we can beat him. Look at how fierce he is, he weighs more than a hundred catties, and he can be picked with a pole. Fly away, my mother, I am no match."

I don’t know if the person occupying my body is the real Zhao Zilong. It’s true that this guy’s soul is strong enough to suppress me. Can't rush through.

Who is this guy?

Daxiong cried: "Then what should we do? We can't leave Ning Wa alone, can we?"

The little magic stick licked his lips and said: "I know my master uncle is in the Fushou shop, why don't we go to him for help?"

Daxiong swallowed and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, now that we are like this, we probably have to hang here if we don't get somewhere, let's save our lives first."

The little magic stick was dumbfounded: "How do you save your life? Could it be that you want to fight him hand-to-hand? Did you fly without seeing him raise his hand? I can't beat him."

Nobita rubbed his hands together and said, "Look at me."

After finishing speaking, this kid assumed the posture of a samurai appearing in an opera, singing an ugly opening song with "Qi Qiang Qi Qiang", pretending to be a traitor, opening his mouth and saying to me: "Oh! There is a son in front of me!" dragon?"

The soul in my body was stunned: "Who are you?"

Daxiong pretended to lift his chin: "I am your elder brother Yide, you traitor, why didn't you keep up with the big army?"

I'm rough, I really admire Nobita, this kid actually came up with such a half-bad and half-old saying, but the ghost in my body just ate it, after hearing what Nobita said, this guy just let go , put the mop stick aside, ran a few steps, ran up to Daxiong, clasped Daxiong's arms with both hands and said: "Yide, Yide save me, I killed the seven in the Cao camp behind my back. In and seven out, thanks to the little master Hongfu, the two of us escaped from danger, and the pursuers came down, quick, quick!"

I saw that Nobita's arms were sunken by my grasp, his forehead was sweating from the pain, and he was stuttering.

"Uh, Zilong, big brother is in the room behind you, you leave quickly, I will help you stop here, stop..."

The boy bared his teeth in pain and was speechless.

I released him as soon as I turned around and looked into the room. Nobita winked at the little magic stick, and the little magic stick rushed into the room, grabbed a wine bottle and threw it on the ground. , the wine bottle was shattered, and there were glass shards everywhere.

The little magic stick covered his face and cried out in pain: "Zhuzi, I almost lost one of my generals!"

I hurried over and shouted: "My lord, no!"

The little magic stick suppressed a smile: "Zilong has been wronged, go and rest!"

After finishing speaking, the kid pointed to the messy bed.

"Thank you, my lord!"

Strange to say, I actually lay down on that bed.

The moment I was lying on the bed, I heard a scream outside: "Ah..."

The little magic stick turned his head to look out, and his little face turned pale with fright: "Hey, what is this nima?"

I jumped up from the bed, rushed to the door, and saw behind Nobita, a strange bird that was several times bigger than the swallow I just picked up just now appeared behind him out of nowhere .

(End of this chapter)